[i]'That’s' enough, Guardians. Match concluded.' [/i] As Shaxx's voice fell silent, the crackle of the still open comms echoed to every Guardian as they ceased their fighting, opponents shaking hands, helping others revive. [i]'Perhaps now it is time you faced a real challenge.' [/i] All of them froze, looking around as the ground trembled and sky darkened, expecting a crashing WARSAT or Walker. Out of the sky, a stream of light shot down landing with cataclysmic force, the shockwave sending Guardians flying. When the chaos settled, at the very epicentre stood a God among Titans. Rising to his full, terrifying height, arc energy crackling at the impact zone at his feet, Lord Shaxx loosened his joints. Looking about at the assembled, he scoffed a laugh. 'You are skilled, Guardians.. But you are no match for [i]me.[/i]' Reaching back, he drew two Raze-Lighters from their place on his back, voice going low, raw with bloodlust and the chance at relieving his stir-craziness A Striker was the most bold, they broke in a sprint, leapt into the air, and aimed a shoulder charge directly at the Crucible Handler. At the point of impact, time seemed to slow, the two Titans were frozen for an instant as forces bent around them, then the Striker was launched back with equal force as he hit the immovable form of Lord Shaxx. '[i]Next[/i]....' Shaxx growled. He registered a Hunter, blinking around him, emptying their entire shotgun into his chest, the bullets caving on impact with his armour. Switching out weapons, they fanned the hammer of the Last Word. Calmly planting one sword in the earth, Shaxx grabbed the barrel, the metal crumpling under his might before releasing and uppercutting the Hunter in his jaw. The Hunter was launched upwards, vanishing into a twinkle in the stratosphere. A crackle of Arc as a Bladedancer rushed towards him, blade poised to strike- and was stopped dead by Shaxx caving his skull with a single punch to the face. Growling lower, frustration building as he pulled the other sword from the ground and turned to the other Guardians. The others had assembled, cowering beneath a Ward of Dawn three Defenders thick. Shaxx cracked his neck. 'It won't save you.' The arena was filled with the screams of slaughtered Guardians. Amidst the sounds of revived Guardians, groaning, exhausted on the floor, Shaxx strode amongst them, swords sheathed again, casually picking them up and dusting them off. All his frustration boiled off, replaced by a casual calm. 'You will learn from this, Guardians... Perhaps one day, all of you might actually manage to hurt me.' Beneath his helm, he was beaming with delight. 'Now, don't you all have work to do?' With a crash, the launched Hunter landed with a low sob. (Sports Dad Shaxx is the Crucible. Only Ikora ever managed to hurt him, he still can't sit right.)